Town Portal Cht. 4

You fly through the twisting blue darkness that characterizes all Town Portals. Then it stops, and you fall to the ground in an undignified heap, skimpy green silk clothes falling all out of place.

You stand, thinking bad thoughts about the gods, and put your clothes back into place. Then you look around; you are back on the Blood Moor, and there are little imp-like things coming at you. Huh, you think, Fallen Ones are fodder. You prove yourself right when you burn them to ashes, one by one, with searing balls of fire. One of the pitiful creatures is so focused on you that it doesn't notice the screams of its fellows; you let it walk up to you. Then you swing out with your staff, and its skull caves in. Its body flies through the air and squishes to a stop at the base of a tree.

Ha-ha, you think, this is easy! Then you stop, and think, Hey, if I'm part Barbarian now, does that mean I can dual wield? You test your theory out by picking up a sword that one of the Fallen Ones dropped, a cracked and rusted scimitar. Then you reach for another dropped weapon, a flimsy and poorly-made dagger. You swing them around a bit. "Yes!" you shout in your new feminine voice, "I can dual wield!"

You stop. Hey, I can speak again, you think. And I sound so… Sorceress-ey. "Cool."

You turn and head back to the Rogue's Encampment. You walk to Akara. "Wonderful! You've resolved your conflict! Here, take those old things to Charsie and she'll give you some new equipment, free of charge this one time." "Thank you," you reply, mainly to hear yourself talk; I have such a neat voice, you think.

You drop your old weapons in the dirt before Charsie's lean-to. She looks up, smiles, and you make small talk for a minute. Then she goes to the back and brings out a long staff, a scimitar, and some light pieces of armor. You put it all on, then think, Hey, maybe I can be like Gandalf.

So you grip your scimitar and heft the staff, looking for the center of balance. You find it, then you twirl around, swinging the weapons. It is awkward at first, but you get a feel for it after a minute.

Then you hear the sound of a Portal, off near the fire. You run over, and you see…

What? What do you see, Constant Reader? That's up to you. If you've ever wanted to mix it up, make your own piece of Sanctuary, here's your chance. However, a few rules:

1. No Assassin crosses. I want no psychic folk here in my fic. Martial arts is fine, but that's all.

2. Nothing too extreme. I will be the judge of extreme.

3. Only one skill tree can be replaced. Here's the formula: take a character class (not the assassin), choose a skill tree to get rid of, and then pick the skill tree to replace it with (no psychic skills). Then throw in any quirks, physical or psychological, and add them to your missive. Psychological quirks are your character's personality.

4. No weird mental diseases, and no severe physical diseases either. Translation: no AIDS and no schizophrenia, or anything the likes of. Nothing outlandish or extreme; once again, I will judge extreme.

5. Do not submit your missives by review. Send an email. If you have no email, tough.

That's it, kiddies.